1.
The dark night fades the black eyes, and strives
to lead the dawn to late autumn, and follow the path
to set the trajectory Go back to where you started. Then move lightly
Imagine and look for night walkers on the edge of the town
Only separated by a wall, I can't resist the chirping of cicadas
Loud. The scorching summer sun scorches the lake surface
Focuses and then flows down, falling through the clouds
The raindrops are circled in the arms of the setting sun
And the midnight rain The shadows embrace each other
The dusk leaning on the shoulders of dusk
At this moment, in my opinion
How ridiculous it is
2.
A weak sigh in the textured dark night
There is a small sound of slapstick, bloody part of speech
More painful than the mournful song of rain
Lift up the staggering wind and the soft yellowing fallen leaves
Try to dance with coquettish grace
A poem left on the raft, Piercing
The whimper of red mud.
The note born in the daytime
Shouting that it is the darling of September
3.
The night where the plump spring scenery is stretched out
Carved with incomplete marks, full of the smell of rotten grass
In summer, broken dead leaves
fall all over my shoulders
Visiting an autumn insect, With a pious heart
Give it a piece of grassland to store pastoral songs
However, I know very well that what it loves is only the swamp
It is hidden there and is not open to the noise
Always wipe it clean with force
4.
Whose chant broke through
The vast sleep brings eternal Sanskrit sounds
The weathered edge, the wings of dark clouds
Gone in a flash
Standing like a tree
And the moonlight again A silent dialogue
The memory of coughing up blood settled in the dust of dusk
It settled and washed away the footprints on the grass tip
Knowing a ray of light , the secret of a drop of water
I don’t want to reveal it before the season is ripe
The answer to the hidden mystery
I just want to inject certainty into my heart
< p> Every step closer5.
Tonight, she is the same as usual
She looks pale when she raises her eyelids
More than once, it is not suitable to turn away
Just because of looking back
9.6 million square kilometers of land
There are too many buried
p>I have almost forgotten how to use it
Passion and responsibility, restore a truth
But I heard the sound of red orange leaves, the dawn breaks
Borrowing a gust of wind, blowing away the ashes
The lost ancient original intention came from under a tree at dawn